Tuesday, February 08, 2011
I had a most awkward moment in the supermarket.
I was picking out tomatoes and an elderly man hobbled up to me with a pack and asked if they were beautiful or no. Beauty, to me, signals aesthetics, as in, art. So I told him "they seem beautiful to me..." "NO!" he yelled "They are UGLY!" and put the tomatoes down in a huff. Shrugging, I went back to picking out my tomatoes, with the old man standing by. Carefully, I examined the tomatoes from all sides before - with satisfaction - I put them into my bag and walked off.
...It wasn't until afterwards that I realized the old man had poor eyesight and had been asking for help in picking out tomatoes. Oh dear. I must have seemed so sadistic to that poor man.
*NB - this conversation was entirely in Italian. Seeing as how I live in...Italy. And went like so:
Him: Questi pomodori sono belli?
Me: Mi sembra di si.
Him: No! Sono BRUTTI!